Yolanda Taylor’s face didn’t change much after she read it, and she handed the phone back to Gwen Fox, “Thanks.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“My dad transferred that house to my name a long time ago, didn’t you know that? What’s there to settle, that house is mine, even if my dad dies, it has nothing to do with them at all.”
“Do you think they will give up so easily?”
More than two million dollars, among the old lady’s sons, the most promising one is Kipling Taylor, but Kipling Taylor gave birth to a daughter, Yolanda Taylor, and finally fell out with them for a daughter.
For the sake of that more than two million dollars, how could the old lady and those few untalented sons give up so easily.
“This is a society with the rule of law!”
Yolanda Taylor didn’t want to mention those people, as long as she thought of them, she would remember the six months of her life when she was abused.
Even though she was still young, she remembers it vividly after all those years.
At the time, her grandmother had said she was taking her to her mom, and she’d been naive enough to think that she really was taking herself to her mom.
After going over a mountain and delivering her to the door of that mountain family’s house, she left without looking back.
She was only three years old at the time, and she kept crying “Grandma” and “Grandma” behind her, but the old woman didn’t even look back.
The family didn’t want to raise their daughter, they just saw that she was white and wanted to raise her until she was fifteen or sixteen and then sell her to someone else as a daughter-in-law, who would be a babysitter for their family in the meantime.
Those six months were a childhood nightmare for Yolanda Taylor. She was beaten when she missed her mother, beaten when she was hungry and couldn’t get enough food, and beaten when she wanted to eat, and beaten even when she drank more water.
She was beaten, beaten, beaten, beaten, beaten.
When Kipling Taylor and Petra found her, she was so thin that only her bones were left, and there was no part of her body that was not swollen.
Petra hugged her and cried for three days and nights, but what did her grandmother say?
That she’s still alive. She’s a lucky girl!
Yes, she, Yolanda Taylor, was lucky!
“What’s wrong with you?”
Gwen Fox saw that she hadn’t said anything for a long time and couldn’t help but reach out and pull her, only to realize that Yolanda Taylor was shaking when she touched her hand.
Hearing his words, Yolanda Taylor looked up at him, “They have no business coming to me.”
After saying that, she got up to go into the bathroom, but was held back by Gwen Fox, “Dear-”
“You let go of me!”
Her whole body was trembling like this, as long as she remembered what happened back then, she was like this.
Gwen Fox didn’t let go, he got up and took her into his arms, “Don’t be afraid, I won’t let them bother you.”
Hearing his words, Yolanda Taylor inclined her head to look at him, “I can handle myself.”
She seemed to have calmed down, except for the fact that one of her eyes was red, and her hands had gradually warmed back up.
The doorbell rang outside and Yolanda Taylor took the opportunity to push him away, “It’s takeout, go get it.”
With that, she lifted her leg and went into the bathroom.
Gwen Fox watched her back and frowned for a moment before getting up and walking to the door to get the takeout.
It had been a long time since Yolanda Taylor had dreamed about the year she turned three.
But today, after reading those profiles of Gwen Fox, she gradually began to remember the events of that year, and at night, inside her dreams, she even dreamed that she had changed back to the person she was when she was three years old.
The man was beating her with a wood stick, and she was curled up and begging not to be hit, and she still didn’t stop.
The stick, which was thicker than her arm, broke, and the woman pulled the hanger from the rope and hit again.
She was so sore and so hungry, “Don’t hit me! Please don’t hit me anymore!
She was begging for someone to stop beating her.
By this time Yolanda Taylor’s entire body was curled up like a baby still inside its mother’s womb.
Gwen Fox picked the person up, “Yolanda Taylor?”
She didn’t wake up, tears continued to stream down her face, landing on his arm and burning on his heart.
“It’s just a dream, just wake up, Dear?”
Yolanda Taylor finally woke up at the sound of Gwen Fox’s voice.
Her vision had been blurred by tears and she looked at Gwen Fox in front of her a little dazed.
Gwen Fox reached out and drew a tissue to help her wipe the tears from her face, and that’s when Yolanda Taylor came back to her senses.
She raised her hand and pushed him away, “I’m going to wash my face.”
He let go and followed her out of bed.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t go out immediately after washing her face, she looked up at herself in the mirror.
Because she had cried, her eyes were red and her face was a little pale.
The nightmare of the year she was three years old hadn’t come back to her for a long time.
She didn’t think that someone from the Taylor family would come looking for her, and that Gwen Fox would run into her.
Only after calming down did Yolanda Taylor turn and walk away.
“Are you okay?”
“Bad dream.” Her throat was a little dry and her voice was raspy when she opened her mouth.
Gwen Fox poured her a glass of water, which she didn’t refuse.
People were vulnerable after a nightmare, and Yolanda Taylor was no exception.
She sat there on the couch and sipped down at the hot water Gwen Fox had filled.
“What was the dream about?”
Hearing his words, Yolanda Taylor inclined her head to look at him, “Nothing.”
She finished, took another sip of water, and then resumed her bed.
Gwen Fox sat on the couch, but didn’t go back right away.
He probably guessed what she was dreaming about; Yolanda Taylor had told her before about being thrown to someone by her grandmother when she was three years old.
Her grandmother took advantage of the fact that her parents were working in the city and disliked the fact that she was a girl, so she threw her away to someone’s house a few mountains down.
She had a bad time in those six months, she didn’t say a lot at that time, just that she had a bad time.
At that time, she said and hugged him and cried, he thought she was pretentious, but now I think, in fact, is his own desperation.
Back then, if he asked a sentence of how she is not living well, she should not be like now, no matter what he asked, she is not to say, or pretend not to hear.
Unfortunately, there is no if, if there is if, he will not be so humble and helpless today.
In the dead of night, Gwen Fox looked at the time on his cell phone and sent a message to Lewis.
Only after sending the message did he lay back down on the bed.
Yolanda Taylor seemed to have fallen asleep, sleeping on her side, her whole body scrunched up, her arms wrapped around a pillow.
That was how she slept back when she was first with him, he hated it when she hugged things and just threw all those pillows on the ground.
She didn’t say anything, except that sometimes she woke up in the middle of the night and realized she wasn’t sleeping.
He casually asked and realized she couldn’t sleep without hugging things because she didn’t feel safe.
Then you hug me.
When he said this, he didn’t have any thoughts, not pity or heartache, it just came out of his mouth.
Inside the two years or so that followed, she almost always slept with him in her arms.
And now she was back to cuddling.